Never in my life did I expect to see something that should be in a horror movie. Something so unimaginable that you can't even bare to see it. But you're forced to. It all started the day we moved into my new house. It was a typical Florida day, the Sun stingy your face. I could feel the fresh air brush against me. And I enjoyed in till I looked at our new house.
" Mom, it smells like moss. Are you sure it is not going to come falling down?"
"Positive. We got it for a real steal too. 10 grand for a mansion, imagine that!"
" That's because no one lived in it for 60 years now,"
" Oh at least we have a house. Now grab a box," That's my mom trying to be positive even to the worst things.
I grabbed a box and dragged it into the house. The living room was horrible; it was cracked and molded, like everything else. But it was not as bad as my room. As I walked upstairs I had to remind repeatedly that the stairs would not fall to pieces. My room was not the least of my worries. I had to kill 13 spiders, and the walls were covered in mold. The thing that scared me the most was the hang rope hanging above my bed. The sight made me step back.
" I think I'll go to the basement," I murmured, and ran out the room. I still can't believe that I thought the basement was more soothing than my own room. Running past the molded kitchen and living room I started to reconsider. My hand trembled as I opened the door to darkness. I took step-by-step closer to the bottom in till I heard something that froze me.
" We have a visitor," a dark tone whispered, barely enough for me to here.
I was frozen in terror, but I knew I would have to run out or something horrible would happen. I forced myself to run out into the light. Once I was out I felt myself regain strength and that is what I did. I ran out to mom.
"Mom…Mom I heard a voice in the basement. It had a dark tone and and.." I was too terrified to say anymore.
" Relax sweetie, it was probably all in your head,"
"But it wasn't I heard it and I know that it was real. Why won't you believe me,"
"Because, this is common when kids move into a new house,"
"But I am 13 not a kid!"
"Sweetie just take a nap, you'll be fine,"
" In that molded house? No way!"
"Don't disobey me or you'll be in that 'molded' house for 1 week,"
"Ugh!" I stomped to the living room. I was not taking a nap on that dusty, old couch. I sat pretzel legged on the floor. The only way I was going to show my mom that I was not crazy nor a kid is to take her down there myself. I grabbed the flashlight out of my backpack and put my hand on the basement door. My hand trembled and my heart pumped but I refused to show my face full of fear.
"MOM!!" I yelled.
"What?" she screamed
"Come here!"
Something happened that shouldn't have been by the wind. The basement door opened at the same second my flashlight burnt out. I felt hot air blow into my ear and two cold hands hold my shoulders. Than I froze in terror as I was falling down the stairs. My face hit the hard solid ground. I was unable to move as the basement door closed leaving me into a silent darkness.